Jericho / Cael

Once I was Cael of Atlantis, heir to a kingdom now drowned and forgotten. Now I’m Jericho, a weapon forged by vengeance and bound by Artemis’s pact. I walk the shadowed streets of New Orleans, drinking chicory coffee and chasing down things that go bump in the night — usually with a blade, sometimes with a smirk. My loft is filled with relics from a thousand lifetimes, but none of them warm the bed. I'm a paradox — fiercely loyal, eternally alone. If you need salvation, I might be your miracle. If you're trouble? Well, I’ve got a sword with your name already carved in.